I Just Became An Immortal, My Descendants Beg Me To Come Out of the Mountain

The kit Jiang Changsheng bestowed on Arakawa was a piece of golden scale jade leaf, which is different from the spiritual power beans that spread beans into soldiers. The golden scale jade leaf is a magic weapon that he can manipulate. He wants to see if there is a survival reward for killing enemies from a distance.

After breaking through the seventh level of Dao Fa Natural Art, his spiritual consciousness has long been transformed. He left a trace of spiritual consciousness on the golden scale and jade leaf. Once this trace of spiritual consciousness is activated, it can only last for a stick of incense, so he told Arakawa not to use it in advance , so that he can lock the golden body enemy at that time.

The function of spiritual thoughts is equivalent to Jiang Changsheng's eyes. He can manipulate the golden scale and jade leaves to lock the enemy from a distance of 100,000 miles. place.

For a stick of incense time, relying on golden scales and jade leaves is enough to kill a golden body!

This is the difference between cultivating immortals and martial arts. Immortal cultivating is not only powerful in the physical body, but also the soul, while martial arts only focuses on the physical body. At least the realm of martial arts he has come into contact with so far has not set foot in the soul.

If you don't know the soul, you can't perceive the essence of heaven and earth!

Jiang Changsheng looked at Jiang Jian who had already started practicing, and thought to himself: "When will a Qiankun Realm come, let me see how powerful he is."

The martial arts in this world are not low-level martial arts, they are obviously fantasy martial arts, because he has been staying in the Longqi Temple, so the range of martial artists he has come into contact with will not be too large.

At least in this land, Qiankun Realm is a legend that few people know.

If he does not have a survival system and cannot cultivate immortality, he may have to go to the Xiansheng Cave to practice. When the Xiansheng Cave is not enough for him, he has to go overseas again, constantly changing the environment, and the realm of the warriors he comes into contact with will continue to improve.

Thinking about it is quite tiring.

Fortunately, I practice immortality.

Jiang Changsheng thought silently.

With nothing to do, he decided to play the incense calculus again.

[Current incense value: 4630032]

"I want to know how strong the Qiankun Realm is?"

[Need to consume 10,000 incense points, whether to continue]

no.

The Qiankun realm is worth 10,000 incense sticks.

From this point of view, the incense value does not fully represent the combat power value, but only the price of the realm gradient.

Jiang Changsheng had another idea.

"I want to know how strong the Three Cave Heaven Realm is?"

[Need to consume 1,000,000 incense points, whether to continue]

no!

One million incense worth!

Other than him, the strongest martial artist in this continent is only worth 90,000 incense, and the gap suddenly became apparent.

comfortable!

Jiang Changsheng thought of Tianhai where the sages of the world were.

"I want to know how strong is the strongest warrior in Tianhai?"

[Need to consume 150,000 incense points, whether to continue]

no!

Tsk tsk, Tianhai actually has stronger fighters than this continent, it seems that the world of martial arts on the other side of the ocean is even stronger.

Jiang Changsheng secretly rejoiced that the mainland he stayed in was not the strongest, otherwise it would be too dangerous.

So far, the system has not been able to cover the entire martial arts world. Since the Three Cave Heavens exist, there must be a strong Three Cave Heaven hidden somewhere.

"Just stay in the big scene and constantly hit a stronger realm. This is the safest thing."

Jiang Changsheng thought silently, and he asked some more questions, all of which chose no. Although he didn't get a clear answer, he could somewhat guess the answer he wanted.

...

In a bustling city, Jiang Luo was sitting by the window on the second floor of the inn, drinking quietly, looking at the street, wondering what he was thinking.

After so many years, he has changed a lot, exuding a dangerous aura all over his body, and the blood-red birthmark made his eyebrows and eyes even more murderous.

A figure sat across from him, interrupting his thoughts.

Jiang Luo turned his head and asked, "Master, how is the situation?"

Sitting across from him was a white-haired man with a not-so-old face, who looked to be in his thirties or forties, wearing a large white robe.

Apart from them, there were no other guests on the second floor, so Jiang Luo dared to ask directly.

The white-haired man said calmly: "Daqi's dragon veins are not easy to move. I didn't expect Daqi to build the imperial city on top of the dragon veins. They have already opened up a tunnel. It is too difficult to steal the dragon veins. They can only exchange one dragon vein." .”

Jiang Luo frowned and asked, "Is Da Qi so strong? You are at the Golden Body Stage."

In his cognition, it is good for a dynasty to have gods and men, and most of the dynasties regard the state of mind of gods as their masters.

The white-haired man said: "Da Qi also has a golden body. After all, he is still my uncle."

"It's also from Xiansheng Cave?"

Jiang Luo frowned even tighter, and his eyes were full of hatred when he mentioned Xianshengdongtian.

The white-haired man poured wine for himself, nodded and said: "That's right, the origin of martial arts in this continent originally came from the Xiansheng Cave, reaching the golden body level, more or less has a relationship with the Xiansheng Cave, this is the Xiansheng Cave. They are not afraid of the rise of the dynasty, and they don't need to control the world."

After Jiang Luo heard this, he also poured wine for himself, and then drank it in one gulp.

The white-haired man smiled and said: "You want to avenge your former master, I understand, don't worry, I also want to avenge Xiansheng Dongtian, don't worry, that day will come sooner or later."

Jiang Luo asked: "Master, how many years has your current skill reached?"

"Almost a thousand years."

The white-haired man smiled confidently, he paused, and said: "The realm above the golden body is no longer a luxury, after this meal of wine, go south, when the time comes, I will let you absorb other people's skills as a teacher." , so that you can step into the god-human realm as soon as possible."

When Jiang Luo heard about the realm of the gods, his face showed longing.

...

The great battle between Dajing and Dahuang did not break out, ordinary people did not know the vision of the golden body, and the common people thought that the emperor had changed his mind.

Dahuang didn't launch an attack immediately, and the two dynasties entered a strange state of peaceful coexistence.

Both dynasties are sending large garrisons to the border to guard against each other.

The seasons alternate.

In the thirty-seventh year of Qianwu, one day in June was sunny and sunny.

Jiang Changsheng came for a walk in the Jade Bone Green Bamboo Forest, and it has been planted for twelve years. This bamboo forest has grown, which also means that it has been twelve years since Dajing became a dynasty of luck.

The bamboo forest does not look much different from ordinary bamboo forests, but Jiang Changsheng can feel the aura, which makes him feel relaxed and happy.

The spiritual energy generated by the Jade Bone Green Bamboo Forest and the Earth Spirit Tree has surrounded Longqi Mountain, and this place has become a dojo.

Wangchen, who was guarding the bamboo grove, saw Jiang Changsheng approaching, and immediately got up, but because he got up too quickly, his waist flashed, and his face showed pain.

Jiang Changsheng appeared in front of him out of thin air, healed him with spiritual power, and helped him sit down slowly.

The aged Wangchen said with a wry smile: "When people get old, they always tend to show their bones."

As a former false prince, he was born in the same year as Jiang Changsheng, and he is now 87 years old. Because of his mediocre martial arts aptitude and missing the best age for martial arts, his realm is not high, so his life expectancy is naturally the same as that of a normal person.

In the past two years, Wang Chen has been ready to face death, he is very clear that he can live for so long, thanks to Jiang Changsheng's elixir.

Everyone has their own limit. Some people can live to be a hundred years old, but most normal people can only live to be seventy or eighty years old.

Jiang Changsheng sat down next to him and chatted with him about the past.

Talking about his experience as a prince back then, Wangchen’s face turned better, he smiled and said: “I have been a prince in my life, experienced the excitement of power struggles, and I can practice Taoism with you. , although plain, but not boring, I feel that time is very slow, this life is long enough, even if I fall down tomorrow, I feel content."

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, "It's good for you to think so. When people come, they come with nothing, and when they leave, they also go with nothing."

Wangchen nodded, and he suddenly said: "Master Dao, you are actually the first prince of Dajing. Although you didn't disclose it, I can tell that the queen mother can move here, and the Yang family can support your apprentice. In fact, the answer It's already obvious."

Jiang Changsheng didn't change his face, and didn't deny it.

"The emperor was very similar to you when he was a child, and it is even more so when he is the prince. If I guess correctly, you are not only the real prince back then, but you also used the same method to return it. The current emperor is your son."

"Abandoning the identity of the prince, living in the Taoist temple, but being able to dominate the scene, is worthy of being an immortal alive, Wang Chen admires it, and is also very grateful. I am only grateful to anyone in this world who saves me. Only you save me. I will be very guilty, so I am willing to keep this secret for you, until now, I am about to leave this world, and I will have no chance if I don’t say a lot.”

Jiang Changsheng quietly listened to Wangchen talking to himself, and as he spoke, Wangchen's voice became lower and lower, and his head drooped.

In fact, he had long wanted to find a chance to chat with Jiang Changsheng, but he usually saw Jiang Changsheng practicing, and he was embarrassed to disturb him, so he had this idea in his heart, and he lived on the pill for a few more years.

Listening to Wangchen's words, Jiang Changsheng was also looking back on the first half of his life.

When he was young, he hated the fake prince, and even thought of finding an opportunity to kill the fake prince, but when he actually saw Wang Chen, he realized that not only was he pitiful, but Wang Chen was even more pitiful.

Although Jiang Yuan abandoned him, he would still find a way to keep him alive. Those powerful and powerful people who took the opportunity to murder him were all eliminated by Jiang Yuan after the disaster of the Demon Sect, which was regarded as revenge for him.

As for Wangchen, he has no father or mother in the true sense, and his futile struggle is only a dead end.

Even though it was a fake prince, during the capital rebellion, Wangchen still preserved the integrity of the Jiang family's royal family for Jiang Changsheng, the real prince, before his death.

As time goes by, Jiang Changsheng has gotten used to Wangchen's company, used to watching him sweep the floor and serving him tea and water every day.

Before they knew it, they had become family members, unrelated family members.

Jiang Changsheng thought again that the Empress Empress had asked him to take care of Wangchen before she died. She didn't know that the ugly man in the yard was Wangchen, but she knew that it was Jiang Changsheng who rescued the fake prince. She said he was a poor man, Should not bear the hatred.

For Wangchen, time is very slow, but for Jiang Changsheng, time is very fast.

The old man left one after another, only time can accompany him.

Wangchen's head suddenly rested on Jiang Changsheng's shoulder, and his voice was extremely weak: "If there is an afterlife...I still want to accompany you...to sweep your yard...to practice Taoism with you...to enjoy the years together...to be quiet ..."

Wangchen's hands fell weakly, and his voice stopped abruptly. He just leaned on Jiang Changsheng's shoulder like this, as if falling asleep.

Jiang Changsheng raised his head, looked through the bamboo forest, and saw the high blue sky.

He said softly: "There will be a chance."

He suddenly realized that he was a nostalgic person. He used to always feel that the people around him were just passers-by in life, but after being with him for a long time, he would be reluctant to part with it.

The third update!

Update progress 7/15!

The monthly ticket has broken through 6,000, and the total goal will be increased by one more. Currently it is 7/16!